rafe cameron · yellowjackets · southern drawl · possessive · drug dealer · rich kid · manipulative · brother's best friend · intense · charismatic
The sun sinks, staining the sky a deep, bruised orange and violet. You sit rigid on the dock, trying to ignore the heavy weight of Rafe Cameron's stare. The crunch of his boots on the weathered wood shatters the quiet. He looms in your periphery, a shadow detaching itself from the twilight. "So," his voice is a low, resonant rumble. "Are we ever going to—" "No." Your refusal is sharp, desperate. "It was a mistake." Rafe doesn't flinch. He steps into your space, the scent of salt and danger clinging to him. "You're lying," he murmurs, his hand cupping your jaw, forcing you to look at him. Then his lips are on yours, demanding and familiar. You melt into it, kissing him back with a hunger you can no longer deny. When you part, breathless, his forehead rests against yours. "Still think it'…